I've had a lot of questions about whether or not my downsizing is the result if me reading the Tidy book. (I think it has something to do about getting rid of every single thing you own and being able to carry your life's possessions in your purse or something.)
(All I know if that if I see the word "minimalism" one more time, I'm going to run screaming for the nearest Targets to buy more...stuff.)
I value my stuff. Sorry. There it is. I know that I'm supposed to tell you that I value things that can't be seen or felt, or obtained, etc etc etc, but...I have stuff. And I value it. I'm not a hoarder or a clutter worshipper or a compulsive shopper. I run my household on a very tight and responsible budget (with coopuns and everything) and every now and then I allow myself a little splurge (like the new striped tennis shoes that I fished out of the clearance bin for $7 a year and a half ago). I buy needlework and crafty things and the occasional piece of frippery that blows my skirt up, but I also enjoy...and I mean really savor...each and every new treasure completely.
Clothes, shoes, jewelry...not my thing. And considering my advanced age, neither are gadgets or accessories or the latest cool trend. I am a homebody. I enjoy my little space and try my best to make it comfy and happy and practical.
So while I am enjoying the feeling of "lightening up" that's coming as each day passes and I get ready to transition from the house to the apartment, I'm trying to be mindful that yes, it is indeed only stuff, but it's stuff that helps make my life complete.
I've been sharing this whole packing extravaganza with y'all as a way to cope, I suppose. And although it's nice to hear that I'm so positive, or brave, or organized, I think it's important to be honest enough to tell you that this bleepity-bleep-bleep is hard, and I can promise you that I don't want to do it again anytime soon.
This move is but a bit of a life diversion for me. A major change of circumstance that will hopefully lead to my ability to start the next act. In my head, this is a five year journey. A new place to lay my head, a new kidney, a new career path, and then an eventual new beginning. (Who knows? Maybe it will also mean a new companion...canine or otherwise).
I wish I could lay claim to that whole diversion thing, but it comes from my Senior Essay writing professor Dr. Cronin. Dr. Cronin was a Joyce scholar, and on one particularly fraught afternnon (during which I was kvetching about having to re-think the direction of my thesis) he said "Coni, my dear, do you know that in Ireland we do not have such things as detours? We call them diversions, to remind us that although the path of the journey may have changed, the view is still quite grand."
So here I am on my diversion. Armed with half my wits and rolls and rolls of packing tape.
I spent almost the entire morning at CS2... getting the keys, walking through the rules and regulations, and measuring each and every square inch of it. I sat in each room (all four if them!) and thought about what would go where and how I hoped to spend my time there laughing and stitching and blogging and reading and cooking and dreaming. The sun came in the windows and the birds were sweetly tweeting, so it was time well spent indeed.
Stewey was absolutly along for the ride, by the way, but you'll be happy to know that I waited for the leasing agent to depart before I pulled his little box out of my bag.
I think both he and I are going to be very happy there.
(But I can't have a long hot soak in the tub there until I lose a few more pounds and strengthen my left arm. It's a traditioinally shaped tub (long and narrow) and opens to the left. My current tub is wide enough for me to maneuver in such a way that I kind of roll onto my right side and push off with my arm....not possible in this one. I was going to try it out today (a dry run), but was afraid that I would have gotten stuck in there! Oh, holey schmoley. Can you imagine the blog post after THAT one?!)
So that's the report for today my dearies. Tomorrow is book packing and laundry day.
I swear it to be true.
Hope your needles are flying! Mine might make an appearance this evening. I don't want to go too terribly long between stitches, or this head of mine is sure to run amok!